52/1: Chartreuse

Come see! you say

excited to show 

where hill meets sky

gazing up

Chartreuse

on brown laureled arms

offering leaves into

flowers into beings

that may fly

away- Quick!  you say

– come see!

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I have no idea what flower/plant this is, but the Boy found it, and urged me to quickly come, just after the rains, to see… It felt like we were in Hawaii, watching katydids about to fly, with delicate lobster claws meeting ginger in yellow/green…

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Today begins a couple of writing challenges to post more poems more often (to get ready for NaPoWriMo);

1- my own challenge for 52 poems/2013 using any number of prompts.  And;

2- the writing prompt formally known as ‘River of Stones’, now the “Mindful Writing Challenge”, short & sweet.  If you are participating in a poetry challenge- leave a link here, or under any of the weekly poems.

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Present pebbles, small poems. Stones

Voices.
We awaken to the swing of a rusty hinge
reluctantly moving swollen woods.  Someone
pulls the rope of a two-stroke engine, instant purring
“ella esta loca…” Laughter.  At least 3 men with you
today, while faraway women fill
your
every thought.

I see your dimples and gold teeth shining
with eyes closed.

Imp.

present poems:  small stones

City Surprise

Another North Beach day.  Pending dusk,
revelers spill from bars, tourists crowd menus. You ask about the eternal crane in the skyline near Columbus & Main.  We look up-

Crane. Moon. Trans America building.  A figure stands on an adjacent roof in gas mask and shorts, red scribbled text

 “If at first you don’t succeed, call an airstrike.”

 Banksy!

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Writing in the moment- “small stones”

In the Key of W

Music

in the key of Wind.   

The orchestra serenades

bringing the girl 

from Ipanema all the way

across the salty

lake and through 

my

Window.

c. Tara Linda

Small Stones-  observations in the moment

On some days the Oakland Symphony rehearses on the gazebo of Lake Merritt, a few miles away.  I remember this only when happening upon them when walking.  Today, it’s very windy. Their music fills the house.

Seaweed and Sand

Mindful writing (poem) and pictures- waves & sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There
where small waves
roll & tease, we retrace steps
down to the cove

-remember when you found a ring?
there I point, 10 feet on.

       Half embedded in wet sand
       shiny on a shell, veiled by seaweed.
       Surprised to see the ring
       you wanted, you asked
       -How…did this get here?

Now
you smile.  -Maybe
there will be
another?

-No. Mermaids only visit once.



River of Stones Writing prompt